What happens when Klaus Mikaelson meets the feisty twin sister of Tyler Lockwood? After all of the physical and mental torment he has put her and her friends through, will she let him in, or will she shut him out?
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I sit on a single coffin, in a warehouse containing about 6. What?Whoever's in it's dead, they can't complain about it. My fingers run carefully over the waxed oak that is probably more expensive than Damon's car and probably older than Captain America, as I listen to Stefan's footsteps repetitively hit the floor as he paces back and forth while Klaus examines the other coffins.
"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asks, his continuous, relentless pacing growing extremely annoying.
"You said it yourself: that time had a lot of dark holes," Klaus says, shrugging it off.
" No, if you knew me, then why haven't you said anything?" Stefan asks, desperately trying to fill in the gaps.
"What the hell is going on? Answer me." Stefan snaps as if it will do him any good.
"Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you." Klaus says, causing me to snort.
"Your sister. So I knew another Original vampire." Stefan says once story time is over.
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask, "Klaus says simply, pecking my lips and then my nose before walking over to a different coffin.
"I don't recognise her," Stefan says stupidly, staring down at a desiccated face.
"Well, don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper is worse than mine" I sigh, allowing myself to sprawl back on the coffin, leaning my head against the hard, rough wood.
Quickly, Klaus pulls out the dagger from his sister's chest without hesitation.
" Time to wake up, little sister. Any day now, Rebekah" Klaus says impatiently, tapping his foot against the floor.
"She's being dramatic," Klaus says, starting from me to Stefan.
"Look, why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean, you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan asks, for what feels like the hundredth time since we both left Mystic Falls with Klaus.
"Well, you have many useful talents," Klaus says, causing me to break down in laughter.
"Many- many talents" I stutter out between my laughter, Klaus grins at me.
"I do?" Stefan asks, struggling to ignore me.
" In fact, I learned some of my favourite tricks from you."...
After another uneventful trip down memory lane, we prepare ourselves to leave this awfully depressing warehouse. Klaus, rather than grabbing my hand, puts one arm beneath my shoulders and winds the other arm under my legs, carrying me bridal style, I smile knowing that it is less exercise for me. Bonus...
